I am dipped in gold.

I am exquisite for them.

Now their colonies come

and try to scrape the gold off my skin.

They use their knives and blades to get that gold.

They are not quite done there,

they need more.

They return with new tools

and this time to hammer my bones

a big piece of me they take away,

a big piece of gold.

They tell other men,

now they want too.

They are not kind either, no knives and no hammers

they have got a vicious greed this time.

And peel by peel,

layer by layer,

and chunks of me they break.

What do I do?

I am not dipped in gold, for as we thought

I am entirely gold for them.

The gold that I never asked for.

The gold that we are.

Women you will have to protect your gold.

This time take a dip

in blood

in molten iron

in flaming fires

in frozen seas

in your own cries.

Make yourselves strong, unforgiving and fierce.

This will hide the beauty well.

This will conceal the gold.

The gold that we never asked for.

The gold that we are.